Precious Lord, Take My Hand

 

Precious Lord, Take My Hand

I believe that the hardest job is to be a caretaker for a loved one. My husband, when he was dying wanted me to hold his hand every night. After he slept, I went to my bed and imagined Jesus holding my hand. For both my husband and me it was a comfort we both needed. There were days when we both felt weak and worn out. Today, my husband walks hand in hand with our Lord and someday, I too, will be walking with Jesus. Hold on to Him because He will never let go. If you don’t feel it, maybe you have let go of His hand. Return to His waiting hand and never let go again. He offers peace and comfort. He renews us when we need it.

Lyrics by Thomas A. Dorsey, arranged by Thomas A. Dorsey

“Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, help me stand; I am tired, I am weak, I am worn; Through the storm, through the night, lead me on to the light, take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.

When my way grows drear, Precious Lord, linger near; When my life is almost gone, hear my cry, hear my call, hold my hand lest I fall; take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.

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